An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

SPITTING DISTANCE...(begun Saturday 22nd October at 1.15pm..)

I was out on the verandah reading the last few pages of my book, when he decided to have a bit of sport, and the pain hit me in my right ear.. That would be the one nearest der Bunker and the overheads.. Take your pick. *shrugs...I cursed him aloud and said I'd put him on report, which is precisely what I'm doing now...
Giving him credit for these outrageous assaults only encourages him? Did I actually hear you say that?! The Chop withdrew the earache immediately, but replaced it with a minute's BackFire, to make sure I didn't forget who's the Boss, before directing his attentions elsewhere..

Balliram has been pretty free with the Headache frequency this past week, and my Vice Chair also remarked on it, and said that his eyes appear to be affected when inside his home... Cranking it up a notch are we, Balliram? *snarls.. How I cringe when I recall how I used to grovel and say you looked good wearing a particular colour, when all along only Correctional Services Orange would ever do for a thug of your stature... *yawns...
While I'm at it, you want to tell the wife why you still persist in hanging out in the bathroom with a 66 year-old crone? You've stopped that perverted habit? Bullshit!
Nine damned days out of ten the BackFire frequency is flooded into that small room, simply waiting for me to go and bath, and as it's always around the same time each day, it's a doddle for you to join me.. *gags... You're simply sticking to your orders, as your brief says the guinea-pig is to be studied 24/7? Sure dude, like that'll make your poor unfortunate Missus feel any less humiliated.. I bet she sometimes wishes those halcyon IRC days of cruel sniggering were back, and that the Game hadn't progressed to become as hardcore as it is today..

Once her 'better half' discovered he had a real penchant for inflicting physical pain on innocents via their powerlines, it was all over bar the shouting, and she's pretty much lost her ability to influence him in any way.. While the move over to the Radio Station on Ridge may have taken the spotlight off her involvement, it's opened up a whole new world of fun, fun, fun, for the Sadist.... He always needed her to provide the pseudo-respectibility she gave him, in order to hide his true character, but that's no longer required, since he now has a bolt-hole where he can hang out and impress his like-minded chommies day and night, if need be...

I've not had the Teacher sitting in my gmail since I had the pleasure of meeting her over at Sparks Estate and natch, I wonder if she ever spares me a fleeting thought... She sure pops into my head often enough, as I try to fathom who it was that sold her on the hacking line, and why she bought it.. You've surely not forgotten how the Samaritan, Nadine Maharaj had admitted to hacking their neighbour's system on instructions, but how both she and her husband hadn't been happy about it..? The Teacher would surely have been an even harder nut to crack?

Who on earth would've been able to paint such a blatantly illegal operation as vital to the Cause? Someone she clearly trusted....*waves to the Struggle Activist... Stabbed in the back by those you trusted as well, springs to mind.. Used as a puppet by those with a far different Agenda than the one you were sold, would be next on my list... Melodramatic claptrap? Fingers crossed that's all it is....
You'll know soon enough if you offend the criminals running this Show, as your own power supplies will be accessed and mischief made in your home...*shrugs...

A flashy white Toyota 4X4 (so says the GW) pulled into the horseyard over under the gumtrees some twenty minutes ago, and THIS portly gentleman stepped out and swaggered ostentatiously over to the end of the freeway bluff, before heading back and looking directly at me HERE... A cop in civvies? Some sort of Manager, or Taxi Boss? His passenger appeared rather past her prime, but there's no accounting for some bloke's tastes, is there Balliram dear? *leers horribly...

I finally got through to Missus M up in Cowies Hill Park this morning, and we had a brief but interesting chat... It turns out that once the chap living in THIS mock-Tudor finished house in Sanderson road (within spitting distance of the Pinetown Boys High School) had familiarised himself with the literature on cell towers and the health risks they present, he'd attempted to back out of the contract he'd signed with MTN, but the bullying telecoms giant is having none of it, and has threatened a law suit should he renege on his signature, with the result that the fellow has been cowed into silence..
What a plonker hey? You can bet he and his family each have their own cellphones, and would be devastated if the signal were disrupted... Well, that's the official line, is it not? *winks...No mention is made of the fact that dozens of additional masts are needed specifically for the wireless/fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and certainly not for an improved cellphone signal.. *snorts.. Lies, lies, and more lies, hey Jannie? *heads off for a cup of tea...

Sunday 23rd October at 4.45am..

I swear he can't help himself.. *sighs.... There I was, sitting here at the desk watching the wind blowing in the gumtrees and feeling pretty mellow, all things considered, when the Creature sidled in with the squeezebox to my ears, and the too-tight cap to my skull...
You've read Stephen King's Under The Dome? The parallels between that story and ours here in the Crescent are pretty amazing, and though the author tended to lose me at the end, it's a really good read...

LATER at 8.35am

How many of you are still encouraged to snort in disbelief when I insist on the physical mischief being done to us all the way from the Wireless Station? This, despite that from Overport down to Brickfield and then on to Randles, and a mere hop up to St. Theresa Road, you have all obligingly been tutored in the art of hacking into your neighbour's systems by a dysfunctional criminal and his cohorts, making it a simple matter for your own homes and privacy to be invaded.

The many thickos who chirp merrily that they have nothing to hide, may yet come to regret their crass ignorance, for who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow? Offend someone with a rude remark made in jest, or find that someone feels your business is doing better than theirs, and odds are that both your home and business will be invaded via the powerlines, to your cost....
In a Community where religion plays such a huge role in everyday life, it's frankly astonishing that so many have with such ease, been beguiled into breaking the Law...
That lies are now overlooked sanctimoniously as a means to an end, though at the drop of a hat you will still quote from the Scriptures...
Your faith in fact, was the very thing that Barnabas used in his sales pitch to the Authors over a decade ago... Withold all subsidies and grants to religious and charitable institutions and they will be all too willing to assist the wireless/fibre surveillance scheme when the National Lotto finally comes knocking on their doors to save them from closure with 'upgrades'? That's exactly how it worked here in the Zone, hey Earl?

By now I'm betting you regard yourself as some sort of deity who was born to rule? Was it one of the Shaikboyz who finally pushed the vote in your favour, giving you total Ownership of the Zone? Did they recall how willing you'd been to supply their many functions with 'extras' for the guest's consumption, and the contacts you had at Sydenham SAPS and at Telkom Overport was the clincher? How many millions of the missing SBV loot did you have to fork over to get the deal signed and sealed?
Already a pro at engineering mischief in the suburbs, the thought of having the technology given into your filthy hands to control, must have had you salivating..*spews...

Any of you durbanites hear the twenty minutes of thunderous explosions set off last night in the name of Diwali? Hell, that'll show those dim-witted and whining tree-huggers who's the Boss, right? *teeth... Faffing about bloody animals FFS, hey Mikey? Where were you last night as they lit those explosives down at North Beach? Hiding in your walk-in safe, counting your trillions? Any arrests made, as a result of the blatant disregard for the laughable by-laws? Just kidding dude, as you surely know what side your bread is buttered and you wouldn't dare step out of line..

The Dark Man bought himself a column on Page 2 of today's Sunday Times Extra today... Destitute get burialhelp offer, and I have to say there's an air of desperation about him as he tosses both his 'wisdom' and millions about in a vain attempt to gain credibility... Sure, he had Rajiv's application to Appeal smacked out of court without breaking sweat, but here's hoping Att. Haneef has some real tricks up his sleeve in store for the next round of this enthralling vendetta... (BTW, our Roy looks dishevelled, sweaty, and worried, or is that his everyday appearance? *curious...)

When I get up and move a few feet away from where I'm sitting out in my corner of the garden, the BackFire disappears.. The minute I sit back down it's extreme..
At 9.33am my ears were squeezed with pressure and the frequency changed noticably.. No time off then, Balliram?
How B.Jnr. had chuckled at his own joke when he'd said there's a satellite monitoring my every move.. But I would hazard that dim-witted as I am, there IS a satellite involved in the monitoring, and that it might well be the same one that feeds the enchanting DSTV bouquet into our home, at such crippling cost... *winks...

LATER at 11.10am

There was a fair amount of fumbling with the remote next door, about ten minutes ago, and now the house alarm is off and running... Whether calculated to disrupt an otherwise quiet day or not, he manages with ease to fill the shoes of a Lout... *pats the poor bastard.... Wherever you are, I hope you have a good one.. Peace...
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